I’m not that girl
You used to know
I killed her off
Many moons ago
Now close your mouth
And dry your eyes
As life isn’t all beer
And scampi fries
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I’m not that girl
You used to know
I killed her off
Many moons ago
Now close your mouth
And dry your eyes
As life isn’t all beer
And scampi fries
You said it was summer
He said
But all I’ve seen
Is rain
Welcome to the North East
She said
Where two days
Are never the same
With the cèilidh danced
And whisky swirled
Now we’ve got all
The time in the world
Now it’s back
To the city
Surrounded
By smog
And so this
Little ditty
Ends
Our travelogue
There’s something about
The rush of the waves
Those echoing sounds
From beyond the caves
This feels like home
To me
That sheer expanse
Of glass like water
As I stand here shaking
In awe before her
I know when I wade in
I’ll be free
Happy Place
Take me back
To the sea
For it is where
I need to be
But don’t think because
I’ve emptied my pockets
That will be
Enough to stop it
For in the end
It will just be me
Sinking down
Into the depths of the sea
(Originally Posted 10.12.2020)
I gave away
Your boots today
To a charity shop
For next time I know
I’ll be walking alone
All along that rugged hilltop
Gone For Good
What I have lost
Can’t be replaced
For our footsteps
Can’t be retraced
(Originally Posted 10.12.2019)
Not the North Sea, mind
It’s far too fucking cold
Somewhere in the Med, perhaps
Underneath a sky of gold
Landlocked
If only
we could
just drift
away
to sea
Instead
of being
trapped
here in
misery
(Originally Posted 19.10.2019)
It doesn’t matter where I go
Or who I try to be
One thing is always for sure
Trouble follows me
The Road To Happiness
So it’s off
out of the
country
again
Leaving
my
troubles
behind
Perhaps
I’ll find
happiness
again
Or at
least
peace
of mind
(Originally Posted 02.10.2019)
In this city
I once called home
I know I could never
Feel alone
Coming Home
It’s not
that I
love this
city
It’s that
I love
who I am
when I’m here
(Originally Posted 08.09.2019)
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future.
Choose life.
– Renton
“Life becomes a habit. You get up, dress, eat, go tae work, clock in etcetera etcetera automatically, and think about nothing but the pay packet on Friday and the booze-up last Saturday. Life’s easy when you’re a robot.”
– Alasdair Gray
‘All that was good,
All that was fair,
All that was me is gone.’
– Robert Louis Stevenson
“May the best you’ve ever seen,
Be the worst you’ll ever see.
May the mouse ne’er leave your girnal,
Wi’ a tear drap in it’s e’e.
May your lum keep blithely reekin’,
Till ye’re auld enough to dee.
May you aye be just as happy,
As I’d like ye aye tae be.”
– Traditional Scottish Toast
Every twist and turn
Each up and down
All tell a different story
There really is nothing
To rival these roads
In all their majestic glory
When you asked
For a macaroni pie
I knew
That we’d get on
But when you ordered
A pizza crunch
I knew then
You were the one
It never quite gets dark
This time of year
Which makes the sky so pretty
But when you’re already
Struggling to sleep
It’s actually just shitty
‘Land of my high endeavour
Land of the shining river
Land of my heart forever
Scotland The Brave’
‘Scotsmen are said to be clannish folk. This may be because many a Scotsman never truly leaves his home. His home is always in his heart.’
– Unknown
Shall we go out today
He said
Have a blast and give it our all
I’m afraid I already have a date
She said
With pizza, beer and football
I love living here
Next to the sea
On my cosy little croft
But the seagull noise
When I’m trying to sleep?
That can fuck right off
My heart
belongs
to the
Highlands
Of
that
there
is no
doubt
I
pray
for
the
day
I
drive
all
that
way
And my
heart
just
gives
out
That’s how you do it,
Boris
Our woman
Has had her say
Now how long
Will it take for you
To protect your people
In the same way?
Six
feet
underDark
and
gloomyA
small
voice
whispers‘Welcome roomie…’
Him:
Come
with
me
My
tender
one
Let us
roam
amongst
the
heather
Her:
Get
tae
fuck
Ya
daft
wee
cunt
We’re
no’
even
thegither
And as we wake
A new chapter begins
That no one I know
Wants to read…
Looking
into the
voidLives
destroyedBut we
will never
give inMinds
annoyedHearts
unemployedYet hopeful
we can
still win
Is that bottle
going spare?
I’d love to
have a taste
It would be such
a shame to let
The good stuff
go to waste